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Chase was still in the same position. “Stop struggling and I’ll move positions and release the pressure.”

The man continued to fight. His face was twisted in agony, but he didn’t look close to giving up. Lizzy didn’t think she’d ever seen him before.

“Chase?” a man’s voice came on the phone.

Captain Macon … oh, it was Peter’s voice.

“Peter,” she exclaimed. “A man attacked me. Chase has him pinned.”

“Lizzy? I’m on my way. Is the attacker secured?”

“I think that’s what Chase is doing to him.”

Chase glanced up at her. “Tell the captain we have a mole and to be careful.”

What did that mean?

“We have a mole,” she repeated. “That’s what Chase says. And be careful.”

Peter cursed, and she blinked in surprise. But maybe it made sense because a mole was bad. A mole meant somebody had betrayed them in military lingo, or something like that.

Wait. Is that why no guard came when the men watching them should’ve seen movement or heard alarms or something? How did this guy bypass the security? Because of the mole?

“I’ll be right there,” Peter told her. “Stay on the line.”

Lizzy clung to the phone and leaned into the wall for stability. She watched Chase control the huge, still-writhing man underneath him. How was the attacker still fighting with a broken arm?

She felt hot and cold and terrified. The only thing that felt real and safe was Chase.

“Lizzy,” Chase said in a steady voice, ignoring the man bucking underneath him and trying to kick at him and hit him with his free hand. “It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here.”

Lizzy wanted to run to him and hug him tight. What a man. He was protecting her from the bad guy and reassuring her.

There was a beep and then a loud thump that sounded like the front door flinging open.

“Go into the bathroom,” Chase instructed. “Lock the door.”

Lizzy scurried around Chase and the attacker.

“It’s me,” Peter said on the phone to her ear. She could hear his voice and his footsteps pounding up the stairs.

She paused at the bathroom door and pushed end on the phone, clinging to it as Peter burst into the room.

“Macon,” Chase said in a clipped voice. “Somehow he got past security. Who’s on duty right now?”

“Joshua should be monitoring the cameras. Tony was patrolling.”

Chase studied him. “You’ve got a mole, and you’d better deal with it.”

“I will.” Peter’s voice was hard, his jaw tight. “If one of my men allowed this to happen …”

He didn’t finish, but he looked to Lizzy and away.

“It’s over,” he told the attacker, kneeling beside Chase. “You’ll never overpower both of us, especially with a broken arm. The police are on their way. Do you want to keep fighting and injuring yourself? Or Chase will help you roll over and we’ll brace that arm.”

“Fine,” the man bit out, sagging into the ground as if he’d given his best efforts to injure her and Chase and now all his energy was depleted.

Lizzy leaned into the wall behind her. Her legs were weak, and she was exhausted and terrified. How had this man gotten in? Who was the ‘mole’? She didn’t know any of the securityguards well, but they’d all followed them during their day trips and seemed observant and nice. Who would’ve hired this man or made one of their guards a ‘mole’? She didn’t think Grady Worthen had the financial means, but what did she know? Darren would have the financial means, but would he came after her?

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